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The fleet has sailed to Xiaoliuqiu and saw the wooden houses appearing on the shore, everyone tacitly didn't see it.

In the early Ming Dynasty, in order to prevent the Japanese pirates, Zhu Yuanzhang simply moved all the people on the islands to the mainland, but to this day, those who smuggled out have gradually become the climate.

In the binoculars, a group of people ran out of those wooden houses. They pointed to the fleet and exclaimed, then turned back into the house, and soon came out with the baggage, and then started to escape.

Fang Xing put down his binoculars, frowning and said, "Put the boat down, and Ben is going ashore."

Fu Xian worried about Fang Xing’s safety and said, “Uncle, a lot of good lands in this place are in the hands of the temple. Fleeing overseas...First is Xiaoliuqiu, and second is the Luzon area..."

Fu/*Since the Five Dynasties, it has been a paradise for temples. It was still prosperous in the Song Dynasty. There were more than 1,000 temples in Fuzhou alone.

Moreover, these temples are also magnificent and there are many monks and nuns, which can be said to be the best in the country. However, the temple area is a long-standing tradition, so there are bursts of Sanskrit sounds on this land, but many people have nowhere to grow and have to flee overseas to seek survival.

Fang Xing's eyes moved slightly, and he said, "Taoists live in seclusion in a prosperous age, and come out of troubled times to help the world..."

Fu Xian patted the ship's side and said, "Uncle's words couldn't be more correct. Before he got off the government, he invited a Taoist priest to the house to do things, that is, eat a few meals and give as much as you like. Then the Taoist returned to the mountain, and he didn't see him on weekdays. , What a Coat!"

Fang Xing nodded, and despite Fu Xian's advice, he called Xiao Guwei, and a sergeant and Jia Ding from the small banner department got on the boat.

The boat docked, but the small village on the shore was empty, and even the dogs ran away with the owner.

Fang Xing adjusted to the land and said, "Go and see."

So the sergeants went from house to house to check, but no one was found in the end.

Fang Xing frowned and looked at this messy village like a devil entering the village, and said: "Calling people to shout, just say that we are here to appease and not arrest people. Although they live here, someone will bully them in the future. The navy will call the shots for them."

So the boat went back again and found a few blessing/* crew members on the boat to speak.

The crew members were shouting with earthen horns, and Fang Xing stood in the village, looking at the living utensils made by the villagers, and said: "We Han can survive wherever we go, no matter how difficult it is, this is the proof."

Xiao Guwei sent people out to protect those shouting crew members. He was staring at the jungle in the distance and said: "Uncle, the older generation said that they were suffering before, and they eat leaves and dirt."

Fang Xing nodded: "Yes, that's because we don't know how to expand outside, to find the land for survival, and to live with the door closed. It's strange that it can last long!"

After shouting for a long time, there was still no response, Fang Xing asked someone to get a tent and decided to fight a protracted battle.

"Uncle, if you go on the boat, the officer will sit here."

Xiao Guwei persuaded with a smiley face.

"It's not good."

Fang Xing sat on a rough wooden chair and said, "They won't believe it when I'm not here. And this is concerned about the future development of Xiaoliuqiu, so we can't ignore it."

In Fang Xing's vision, Xiaoliuqiu should be developed slowly in the future, and the people here are very important at this time, and their experience is very important.

Accompanying the tent was a sergeant from the Hundred House. Fang Xing was helpless and had to let them go farther away, so as not to frighten the people.

"They must be watching. Past experience tells them that the government's words are not credible, so put away your murderous aura."

The sergeants of the Black Thorn are all murderers, and even now they have not changed in the slightest.

"All smile, laugh!"

Xiao Guwei was the first to laugh, and Fang Xing frowned and said, "This smile doesn't smile. It looks oozing, that's it, you are still free!"

...

In the early morning, Fang Xing, who was asleep, was woken up.

When he got out of the tent, a thin man had been taken outside the tent.

"Uncle, this man just sneaked back to get something and was held by the brothers."

"Take a fart! Untie it!"

Fang Xing yawned and said, "Don't be afraid, we are not here to arrest people, and no one will come to arrest you in the future."

The man was shocked, his hands still tied, and he knelt down and asked, "Dare to ask who the lord is?"

"rude!"

Xiao Guwei shouted, and then Fang awoke.

Fang Xing kicked him away, then went over to untie the man himself, and said: "Fang Xing, I am mixed with the title of Xinghe Earl in the court."

"Uncle?"

The man was a little agitated, and Fang Xing pressed his hand and said, "I said it wasn't to catch you, and I won't catch it in the future. The Japanese kingdom is gone, and the sea of ​​farts is forbidden!"

These words resonated with the man. He complained: "A few years ago, officers and soldiers came here to arrest people, and they all moved back to their places of origin, but the younger ones came out only when they couldn't survive in their places of origin."

Fang Xing glanced at Xiao Guwei, who was pitiful, and said, "Send someone to get a bowl of noodles to warm up this brother."

After driving off Xiao Guwei, the man dared to tell the truth: "Uncle, we were not afraid when Grandpa Zheng went to sea before, but in the past two years, we have not seen the fleet anymore. Everyone is worried about whether it has changed again. Get us back to our place of origin. Uncle, the place of origin is really not alive! There is no land!

Why!

Fang Xing lifted the kneeling man up again, only feeling heavy in his heart.

"It won't change anymore."

Fang Xing solemnly said: "Go and get them back, Ben promises that Daming will never give up the sea again, never!

Tears instantly slipped from the man's thin black face. He hurriedly wiped it off, and said with a smile: "This is a little bit of joy, uncle forgive me, so I'll call them and go right away."

No one dares to pretend to be an uncle, even less dare to officials. This is the confidence given to men by deep-rooted hierarchical concepts.

"Uncle, do you want to send someone to follow along?"

"No need."

Fang Xing knows the minds of ordinary people: They don't want to leave their homes, and they are grateful for the chance to live a stable life.

Sure enough, when the day was dark, fires lit up in the distance, and those fires slowly came towards this side.

"Is the porridge cooked?"

After the man left, Fang Xing asked people to cook a big pot of meat porridge.

"Master, it's done."

The family members have already drunk the meat porridge, which seems to taste good.

"Welcome with me."

Fang Xing greeted him first, and when he saw the torches, he also saw the men, women and children.

Those panicked faces made Fang Xing a little sad, and he said, "Presumably you have already known the previous words~lightnovelpub.net~, go home."

An old man walked out, looked at the house behind Fang Xing warily, and suddenly knelt on the ground, "Dare to ask Uncle, how kind is your Majesty today?"

Fang Xing wanted to lift him up, so he said: "Your Majesty today is a benevolent emperor, and the people of the Central Plains are all rejoicing."

The old man asked again: "Uncle, dare to ask if the Meng Yuan people in the north are still raging?"

This is a person who has read a book, Fang Xing said solemnly: "I can teach you how many times the emperor went to the north in the year of Yongle, the Mengyuan people have been wiped out, and Daming has no enemies in the north, and he is already living and working in peace! "

The old man kowtowed towards the west and said: "It's too peaceful! It's too peaceful! Your Majesty is wise!"

Fang Xing avoided, watching those people kowtow, his heart moved slightly, and when they got up, he asked, "I hear your accent smells like the north, why is this?"

The old man said sternly: "Little Fu Jusheng has seen his uncle."

Fang Xing nodded, and the old man said: "The little one was originally a northerner, but a craftsman. Later, he was called to work in Fujian, where he married and had children. Later..."

The old man's expression was a little sad, and he said, "The Shangguan was too embarrassed, and the young ones couldn't support their wives and children, so he took them along with them, and some fellow villagers from the north ventured out to sea. Fortunately, they didn't die and settled here. From now on. The little one is naturally willing to pay taxes, but he begs the uncle not to take me back."

"Are you afraid that your children and grandchildren will have to have the household registration of a craftsman?"

Fang woke up and pointed out the old man's worry, and then the old man nodded ashen.

The craftsman is probably as miserable and miserable as the former military. As long as he is a normal person, he is not willing to do it.

Fang awkwardly turned, and said unbearably: "You will be here in the future. When the DPRK dispatches people to manage it, the craftsmen will probably gradually be different. Naturally, you will be free to do what you want."